Monday, December 12, 2011

Lobster



Lobster.
Cooked in salted water.
Matched with beer.
On a feast day.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Breakfast Sans Bacon and Egg


 This used to be OUR breakfast at the old blue table. OUR breakfast when we were bachelors. Way too healthy- all fresh, nothing fried. 


Now bachelor days are over and I have to pay attention to the breakfast of two other people in my life: my daughter and my husband. He wants eggs, sausages, pancit canton (forever), and the little one contents herself with pandesal and a little sliver of cheese. At this point, no matter how healthy the bachelor breakfast may seem (think: rabbit food for breakfast- and I swear, my waist line during those days was 27 inches and I was 127 pounds), the determination to have the same food served on breakfast table seems so far, far away. 
Besides, don't moms and wives finish the leftovers of their husbands and kids? Ugh.  

And I am beginning to think that the combination of cucumber, lettuce and tomato and coffee is pure poison- and...ah, not so comforting. 

Cats In The Afternoon




The Tao of Le Chat.